Her Nature

|Chapter 7|

Stepping up the creaky porch, my arms sagged in exhaustion. My skin felt grimy and my stomach growled in protest.

I walked the empty hall to my office to drop off my bags. I could feel my curls tangle into a nest and with each step, they bounced. Leaving my office and taking the hallway to the left, I sought out my bedroom.

My bed was calling to me, I haven't had good sleep in days. The dark night was always filled with something knew and unknown.

My belly called out just as loud, I haven't had a decent meal in days either. Meat can only hold me over so long until it becomes tasteless.

Entering the small bathroom, I stared at my reflection. Hazel to hazel.

The dark curls on my head had indeed become a bushy mess. It stuck out in all directions and floated in front of my face. Dirt smeared on my neck and shirt leaving dark patches against my tan skin. The worry lines creased my forehead and dark bags hung under my eyes.

I was a complete and utter mess.

I can't believe I was in front of all of them like this. I even hugged them!

Pulling the ruined t-shirt off my torso, I tossed it in the sink. I could try to save it, but the smell would be gone. Picking it up, I decided to chuck it into the trash.

When I looked back to the mirror, my eyes widened at the large blood spot on my chest. I chuckled to myself, "That girl."

Stripping the rest of my clothes off, I turned the handle and water rained down from the spout. Waiting for it to warm, I stepped under the water.

My body immediately relaxed when the warm water pelted my skin with just enough pressure. A contented sigh left my lips and I closed my eyes. I love to stand under the water. It was therapeutic to let it soak my scalp and run over my shoulders.

I listened to the steady drips of water falling from my hair. I could do this for hours. In reality, I only got ten minutes.

Deciding I took enough time, I grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted some in my hands. Slightly rubbing my hands together, my fingers found my scalp and massaged the skin there.

Bubbles sudded and ran down my arms. After massaging, I scratched all the dirt from my scalp. Tilting my head back in the water, I let the steady stream rinse the shampoo.

The steam fogged the mirrors and thickened the air, heavy with coconut. I lathered my hair with the matching conditioner and dragged a comb through the mess.

Tying it in a bun behind my head, I scrubbed my body free of blood, sweat, and grime. I also took time to shave since I haven't had a thorough shower all week.

Releasing my hair from its bun, I stepped under the water to rinse my entire body. I felt squeaky clean as the water carried all my dirtiness down the drain.

Closing my eyes again, I relished in the warm water, not wanting to leave. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the dark water was no longer brown with dirt, but red. A deep red sprinkled down on me and soaked my body.

A scream left my lips as I fumbled with the water handle. Before I could turn it off, the water cleared and ran fresh again. I rescrubbed my body hastily and rushed out of the shower.

I wrung my hair out in the sink and wrapped a towel around my body. What the hell was that.

Applying product to my curls, I left them out to air dry.